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Chapter 51 Wen Zhuangyuan!

"Answering is over, collect papers!"

Zhan Qinghai inspected everyone in the audience. The last question took the longest to answer, but Zhan Qinghai, Song Mingcheng, and other writers in the scribe hall were not impatient at all.

Looking away from the "Inscription on the Humble Room", they looked at the answer sheets piled in front of them. Based on their strong talents, Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng were able to deduce a rough idea.

The two of them looked at each other and both understood

Judging from the final answer sheet, this question had more excellent articles than the previous two questions.

If poetry and articles are compared together, the difficulty of writing a good article is slightly lower than that of poetry. Because of the number of words, the meaning and refinement of each word in the article are much lower than those of poetry.

Moreover, the article also has enough space to complete the author's artistic conception. To describe it in one sentence, it is that the artistic conception is not enough and the number of words is enough.

Of course, the word "coo" here is not a derogatory term, the genre is just different. For example, Qin Mo's "Inscription on the Humble Room" is an exception that can shine throughout.

This is a short article, not a long article, so it can be precise and concise.

Most candidates submit long articles, with a length of about 5,001,000 words.

A thick stack of answer sheets was placed in front of Zhan Qinghai and the Master of the Document Hall. They each held half of it and began to read. After each had finished reading the articles in their hands, they then cross-read.

Articles are not as good as poems, so the review and reading speed is much slower, and because it is a palace examination, the stakes are so high that Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng do not dare to relax at all, and review every word.

Words, references, sentence meanings, techniques...

From time to time, I use a pen to correct errors in articles, record them, and then rate them.

While Zhan Qinghai and the Master of the Document Hall were conducting the review, all the candidates in the inner hall were like ants on a hot pot, anxious and restless.

If the answer is not good, I hope the two examiners will be tolerant and give an extra rating during the review.

If you answer well, you also hope to get a higher rating and increase the probability of omitting key points.

As for Shang Mo Wu and Emperor Wu, from now on, there are no more than five people in the palace who have the chance to be admitted.

There may only be three or four people who can actually be admitted.

In the Zhuangyuan Hall, as the review time extended, the silence at the beginning became a little restless, and those with poor mental qualities were already on pins and needles.

After a full hour, the marking is over.

Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng, the master of the clerical hall, put down their marking pens almost at the same time, and the ratings of each answer sheet were already written on the paper.

Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng said in unison: "The first chapter, "Inscription on the Humble Room"."

The two stared at each other, realizing that history was repeating itself again.

It is obviously not an outstanding behavior to do this in front of the candidates. Perhaps commenting on a handed down article in the imperial examination is enough to discard all the illusory factors such as face and impression.

After Zhan Qinghai's helpless retreat, Song Mingcheng made the first assessment and said with a smile: "The first article is written by candidate Qin Mo, "Inscription on a Humble Room"!"

"The article selects the career encounters of today's national saints in their middle age, and is written under the title of the second part of the biography. The title is clear, the words are concise, the meaning is far-reaching, and there are no missing words."

"Praising the lofty spirit and tenacious character of the National Saint is an article that will be passed down from generation to generation."

"Your Majesty, leader!"

"So far, today's imperial examination is the top essayist, and the leader among the three questions is Qin Mo!"

The palace examination is a three-question joint examination, and the final result needs to use the candidates' scores from the three questions at the same time.

No matter how you comment, it is an irrefutable fact that Qin Mo is the top candidate in the imperial examination.

The first of the three questions, let alone the quatrains of the question.

In the audience, Qin Mo also smiled, trying hard to maintain a mature and steady appearance, and thanked those poets, immortals, saints and many powerful people from the bottom of his heart.

As for the so-called plagiarism, can it be called plagiarism if it is done by scholars?

Compared to the previous sensation, when the Master of the Document Hall announced Qin Mo as the No. 1 Scholar in Literature, the other candidates were well prepared and were not so surprised.

nonsense!

Quatrains of poetry, articles passed down from generation to generation.

Qin Mo is the top scholar in literature, so is there any need to be surprised?

What's more, they have no time to pay attention to Qin Mo. This is also a critical moment to judge their academic path.

They sympathize and admire the hardships faced by the young National Saints in their studies, but it does not mean that they have the courage to follow the path of National Saints again.

Who doesn’t want to go to a better Wuhan University, get more resources, and meet better teachers?

If they are unable to enter a good university, or even be admitted, most of the people present will choose to give up their career as writers, become ordinary people, follow life choices, enter the society, find a job that they are qualified for, and marry a

A wife who is suitable for him becomes a small cog in the huge machine of society that rotates repeatedly every day.

The Master of the Document Hall paused for a moment. No one in the hall was paying attention to Qin Mo's score. Everyone was quietly waiting for their own score. It was a matter of fate, and some were even so nervous that they were sweating and their faces turned red.

Outside the No. 1 Scholar Hall, their parents were also waiting anxiously, hoping that they could proudly walk out of the No. 1 Scholar Hall with an excellent transcript.

The Master of the Clerk Palace sighed secretly. At this time of year, the atmosphere of the palace examinations freezes to freezing point, but the results still have to be announced.

"Candidate Shen Mengsheng, who wrote an essay "Ode to the Rock" based on the second part of the character biography, with noble intentions and beautiful words and sentences, will get the first grade."

"The candidate Lin Youyin wrote an article "Song" based on the third part of the biography of characters, quoted classics and classics, and was unconventional. He can get a first grade."

"Candidate Zhang Mingsheng,..."

Following the announcement from the Master of the Hall of Documents, the results of a famous candidate’s final exam were announced.

At the beginning, the whole hall was quite normal, with only nervous young fair faces anxiously waiting to know their ratings.

But as those low ratings appeared, the sound of lowered heads and sobs gradually sounded from all directions in the hall, and the atmosphere became heavy, making it even unbearable to continue reading.

Even candidates with good grades are in no mood to celebrate under such circumstances.

Ten minutes later, the master of the clerical palace read out all the ratings.

At this point, the results of the entire palace examination are released.

Qin Mo, with the best results among the three questions, won the top prize in the imperial examination.

Shen Mengsheng won the second place.

Lin Youyin is the third flower.

The moment Lin Youyin got the top prize, she seemed even happier than getting the top prize, because Li Xunhuan in "Little Li's Flying Knife" was Xiao Li's top pick.

Of course, No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 are just nicknames for the top three in the imperial examination. Judging from the results, the three options at Wuhan University are exactly the same, and there is no difference.

The master of the clerk's palace shook his robe and said in a deep voice: "The palace examination is over. Candidates, please go back and prepare for the results of the cultural classes to be released and the admission notices from major martial arts schools."

"Qin Mo, come with me."

Just when Qin Mo was about to turn around and leave the Zhuangyuan Hall, the Lord of Jincheng Zhan Qinghai said.

Qin Mo was stunned for a moment and called me alone?

Seeing everyone else walking out of the Zhuangyuan Hall one after another, Qin Mo hesitated and followed Zhan Qinghai into the inner hall.

The inner hall of the Zhuangyuan Hall is a space similar to a lounge. It is not as wide as the Zhuangyuan Hall, and it gives people a more relaxed feeling, unlike the pressure during the palace examination.

The Qin Mo Palace Examination was also stressful.

When Qin Mo opened the door and came in, Zhan Qinghai and Song Mingcheng were sitting on the sofa chairs waiting for him.

"coming."





Outside the Zhuangyuan Hall.

Two figures left before the number one pick was announced.

Zhang Wei stared at Hong Meng in surprise, and said in great surprise: "Are you here to see Qin Mo win the top prize? You don't want him to enter the Imperial Martial Arts or the Demonic Martial Arts?"

Hong Meng glanced at him and said with a gloomy expression, "What do you think?"

Zhang Wei continued to ask: "Actually, you don't hate him originally. It's because I keep repeating Qin Mo's achievements, so you have a demon in your heart?"

Hong Meng said with a dark face: "What else?"

Zhang Wei was confused, felt doubtful about life, and his outlook on life collapsed.

I thought I was helping you and advising you to restrain yourself, but in fact I was the one who harmed you and made Qin Mo a calamity in your heart.

But why didn't you say it?

Zhang Wei stared at Hong Meng in confusion, grabbed his arm and asked: "Then why didn't you say it earlier? You said it earlier. If you said it earlier, I wouldn't read it. Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Ahem"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Shut up!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Chapter completed!
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